Something.
So, I am still kinda getting used to this whole living by myself thing. I mean that of course when it comes to my heart problem. Other than that, I love it. But, it does suck sometimes, like tonight for instance, when I am not feeling too hott, and there is no one here. I don’t get very good reception at my apartment either, so its hard to ring up mom or whoever else I want to bug because I can’t lay here and talk. When I lived at home and felt sick, I used to just bang on the wall until I woke my mom up, or she would here me throwing up in the hallway. Now though, I have to prop my feet up on all my pillows and just lay and wait for it to pass. Although MANY times I had laid there praying to God to please, just let me pass out so it can go away.
Its funny how now, after the pacemaker, I want to pass out. Before I hated it because, well, its just not fun. I would pass out, throw up (you know, that old song and dance) and be better. Now, since my pacemaker is hardcore about not letting me pass out, I just have to wait…and I am not a patient person…Maybe I should just have someone punch me in the face when I start to feel sick. I can pass out and hopefully wake up feeling better.
Perhaps I need to get to bed. My exhaustion could be why I am not feeling too hott. I shall drift off to sleep now, listening to Mr. George Harrison singing “Something.” Ah, the healing power of The Beatles…